with pleasure (IH)

tonite i read, words not meant for me to read.

'what one dont know, wont hurt'

but without your permission, id say is ok.
its ok, if im hurt.

its not the reality that hurts..
but it is one's lack of ability to accept (reality).

and you are who you are..
what just do i have to judge you?
when i myself have sinned.

so it is ok. truly...
without your permission i have read

your long trail words of history

'..and what drama did u find?'
'none.'
'so?'

yet have you not been that gentle man
whom observe, initiate, activate and pro-actively seduced
all button "to love and be love"
so seamlessly?

and am i not,
"yes sire i am, supposedly be: in love" ?

who, are you.. my gallant friend ?

'and what did u discover?'

'him. c'est tout'

...

tonight, with pleasure i continued on reading.
it appear some pages are meant to be read back to front.

and i read,
your hunger:

a glimpse preview of

the depth of your innate desire


which makes me suddenly understands
without having to know what it is, i understood.

as my heart subtly teared..

in discovering that i love, how you love.

the who you are.

not merely the you that you think i would love.

just simply,

..
you.


with pleasure. je the me..